That’s hard for me to answer. Because I never had a hero in my life until several months ago when I woke up after 75 years and I found my hero. You know who that person is? Donald Trump.

It’s a strange admission for the dedicated racist to make, given the sheer number of bigots and crackpots who’ve graced these United States during the course of Arpaio’s life: Charles Coughlin, George Wallace, Bull Connor, the list goes on and on. But, no, for Arpaio, Trump is the only one man grotesque enough to really be considered a hero. What an honor!

Regardless, spending the bulk of your life hero-less, only to decide “several months ago” that your hero is a fellow bigot who has the constitutional authority to pardon you for crimes stemming from being extremely racist yourself seems awfully convenient. Especially when you’re running for his party’s nomination for Senate in 2018.